Creative Writing during Sophomore year. We were given a random picture from a magazine and we had to write about them – like a back story or explaining the picture. I got a picture of a family eating dinner. The mom/wife was serving something that looked like lasagna or some sort of casserole. It was weird looking. There was the husband, and a kid in a hat, and a baby. So, naturally, I wrote a sci-fi story. This is what I sort of gravitate to when I’m stuck I think – weird meezletoe sci-fi. I made a list of ideas to get me started and they had the same sort of feel and I squashed them together.

However Times Infinity (cause…I used ‘However’ a lot in here. I don’t think they knew that was the reason, but that’s why blogs are so nice. All the stuff I haven’t explained goes here, bwahahaha)

When Zorphillzaneezatch landed on this planet she had one mission and one mission only; to defeat the lizard foes once and for all. However when the door of her Toyotack Shamony Spaceship (series glorph) opened, she found that the intelligence reports had been wrong. The dinosaurs had been replaced by a new kind of lizard. Humans. Lucky for Zorphillzaneezatch the humans would be much easier to take down anyway. However as she prepared her Kazboofa-ray prototype gun to start the war, she accidentally made eye contact with another human. Crap. On her planet that meant either marriage or instant death to whoever grabbed their gun first. It was Zector 8 of Planet LaVartia’s way of dealing with population control. Suddenly the human started walking forward. Zorphillzaneezatch started contemplating her options. She had been given orders to shoot the enemy indiscriminately and randomly 5 minutes after landing, but if she didn’t kill this one immediately (only 2 minutes had passed), her honor would be in jeopardy, and she would lose her membership in the Chibi Panda’s club, a club dedicated to worshipping their Panda allies and their cuteness. The human stopped in front of her. Zorphillzaneezatch decided.

“Ah. I forgot to charge it up. Guess I’ll have to do it manually.” She started pumping the gun.

“Hey, is that some sort of new high-tech water-gun or something…?” The human was confused.

“You, Human. You will show me this place by way of tour. You will provide sustenance and information on this city’s energy storage system.”

“Eh…O.K.” said the bewildered human as the alien started scanning him with her Bloorfad Object-Evaluator.

The human was male, large, mustached, slow, and pink. The BOE was very skilled at telling you what could obviously be seen. The human’s name was Tim Burble. They proceeded to take a 3 hour tour of the city.

However, by the time the Kaboofa-Ray Gun was charged up it was too late. Zorphillzaneezatch had experienced the joys that eating pasta could bring. She immediately petitioned the sparing of Earth and arranged for Zector 8’s Parliament to taste the pasta themselves. Earth was spared. The Italians had saved Earth (and they didn’t even know it).

However, when the Chibi Panda Club Congress heard of her accidental delay of destroying the Earth scum Burble, they threatened to revoke her membership. She immediately married him to sustain her membership, avoid strange questioning, and because she’d feel guilty killing him as he had been the one to introduce her and her planet to pasta.

They later had 2 children, one of which they kept. The 2nd baby they swapped because they had planned on having a blonde baby, and they had accidentally had a brunette. Not for superficial reasons, but because only blonde children could be portals to other planets and dimensions. The baby they got was a psychopathic super-intelligent baby who would later bring about the Apocolypse using LaVartian technology.

Zorphillzaneezatch became a famous pasta chef and constantly served lasagna to her family.

So…Ya. I can now spell that name without hesitation. I did it on purpose cause it’d be a hassle to say out loud so many times, hehehe. Our teacher (I hadn’t known this) makes our stuff be read out loud either by us or her – it should be us, but she was lenient sometimes. But she abbreviated the name, so it wasn’t as cool. Nevertheless, people were awed and confused beyond confusion, so they laughed – it was the correct reaction though, so I am relieved.

And to celebrate the two months of group preparation (of which even irresponsible Meez was a part of), I have edited this screenshot of Emerald Harbor as it looked when it was declared habitable again:

~You’ve been invited~

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BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA, SORRY, SORRY, I COULDN’T HELP SOUNDING CREEPY LIKE THAT, IT WAS TOO APPEALING AN OPPORTUNITY! Just click it, it’s an interesting Sims 3 experiment, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time anyone’s done something like this with the Sims. You won’t regret it ;). ♥ Hope you read our story, we worked hard on it. 😀

As further inducement, here’s who’s involved in this experiment, and their resumes:

This was the game we played in Creative Writing class, last year, first semester. We had different themes we were assigned, and we’d all write a little snippet for about 5 minitues, and pass it to the next person in our assigned group. The themes I remember were Sci-Fi, Romance, Drama, and maybe adventure, but I don’t remember….There were 5. At the end, we’d get ours back and finish it up. I got *weeps* Romance. X_X. Like I said, I forced my voice onto it. I WILL NOT BEND! But it ended up being a little difficult at the beginning, so it’s short. So here:

Kazoo, the Cheeseburgerian Warrior King had committed the ULTAMATE SIN. He had fallen in love…WITH THE HOT DOG QUEEN, Oozak! (DOOM)It had happened during the37th century when Richard Nixon had come back to life. He swore to break up this happy couple and steal the Hot Dog Queen. He was going to do this by zapping Kazoo with the Phazer Beeem 5,000,000. So on the morning of Septober 34th, he crept up to the Warrior King’s house, 12:00 in the evening and began his hunt. He tip toed through the front corridor and snuck through the 9th [illegible :(].When he got there he swore his revenge against the Cheeseburgerian Warrior King. He opened the door and rushed at him with his giant French Fry sword. The Burger King began to bleed ketchup. It was everywhere, including on Richard Nixon’s Nike’s. Richard Nixon was very angry. So he took out his destroy the world button…..The world would meet ultimate doom if he pushed it….He eventually killed the Cheeseburgerian Warrior King. Nothing was ever found that day. Nixon got with the Queen and made babies. Then she found out that he was cheating, and shot him in the face!She than began seeing her dead husband’s best friend. But he didn’t have enough money so she left him.Eventually, she hired a Pizza Sorceress to bring her dead husband (who, apparently, she had married in secret…) back to life, which the Pizza Sorceress did successfully, by sucking the life out of Oozak’s and Richard Nixon’s babies. Kazoo and Oozak embraced, overjoyed and disgusted (by the smell of rotten hamburger meat) and eloped to America in the 3rd dimension. However, they were separated along the way, and were transformed into fast food stores and frozen food products. Thus, a tragedy.

I laughed so hard…XD…I ended up writing about this (critique) and making fun of some accidental things…like the vanished destroy the world button, and some other interesting stuffs. But I wouldn’t change this eva! IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT! ^^

Okay, here it is. There’s this Sim or a Sim family or something, and a bunch or a few RL Simmers get together online, and decide to play the game to a certain point, and somehow pass it on to the next Simmer, and they get to play and pass it on to the next simmer, and etc. Maybe the limit is a day. If the group is sort of big, they could make the lifespan a little longer, or if they want to give everyone a longer limit. 😀

The person could play the family or lead the story anyway they wanted, and be as hands-on or -off as possible. It’d be cool because everyone would use a different tone, and annoy each other as much as possible (joke). For example, if this was a love-triangle story and two Simmers preferred the Sim to have certain relationship but with different people, or if this wasn’t a romance story and a Simmer happened to keep swaying that way.

There could be exceptions though….If marriage seems to be too big a choice for one Simmer to make….maybe it could be decided by a vote of the Simmers or the readers…or both. Or it could be as free-wheelin’ as possible.

If this is a competition with no votes, the Simmers could do a sabotage for the story plot (one person or a team conspiracy – hehe, I’d prefer it to be announced in some way though – none of this sneaky business..) and decide to make the Sim have a career in blah or marry someone the others or a person doesn’t want the Sim to marry (and the limit per Simmer is a day, right?). But it’d be in good humor, mu-ha-ha-ha. o_o

Lol, I can imagine my sister and me making the person get divorced, or switch jobs everyday, and eventually someone snaps and kills the sim…but the other person would find out by reading it + screenshots. HAHAHHAHAHA! And if they were self-sims! HAHAHHAHAHAHHHAA! Omigosh, omigosh, X’D

Another form of competition (^^) could be to have each person make a Sim and put them in the neighborhood (oh snap, I just realized something), and make the other Sim being played try to end up with your person or something. Or each Simmer outlines a story plot they’ll [initially, at least] try to follow and sees what happens to the Sim. And on WordPress, multiple…accounts can own one blog…eh….together…ly….Co-authors? Whatever! (quitter -_-).

About the whole killing the lead-sim thing….maybe that wouldn’t be allowed (purposely) until the Sim had a family. Or maybe if it happened accidentally….no save it? But it wouldn’t be as legit that way. Poor, poor Simmer. hehehe…

So, the thing I realized – would we have to send neighborhoods?! Like E-mail?! Wot?! Cause the family only- that would not work – story-line wise! Skra! Snaps, those techie probs. Unless you just made it fit as best as you could, hehe. Maybe no emailing required then…? Or still yes. Since….Meh. Here is where the knitted sweater that is my plan becomes un-done. And it was starting to look so vibrant and shiny too. Oh well. (Narcissist?)

This whole thing is sort of how like when you were a kid playing “pretend” with other kids, and you just went with the flow….Or maybe ended up fighting, but usually it worked out O.K.

In the blog titles, it could be like: “Meezletoe – Miki Meets Bagleboy.”…Baglebot. OO SCIFI TWIST, OH GOSH I WANT TO DO THIS, IT’D BE HILARIOUS! I just remembered something similar that happened in Creative Writing last year (semester class). We had different genres or themes (mine was, augh, romance, I believe. I wept bitterly, but I still forced my insane voice onto it…I should put the story here :D), and we had a group with the other themes (sci-fi, drama, adventure maybe, it’s a blur).

So, that’d be interesting.

Thoughts?

…Hey, I think I’ll send this around….Just to let it get some publicity, in case it has good-idea potential and someone out there wants to do this. Unless this idea has already been inventor-ed. ^^

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Meez - Me. I'm 20, dropped out of university in May 2012, found out I might have ADD around the 2nd week of 2013 after online classes had started (nice!), diagnosed February 8 2013. I'd like to thank God, my cat, and my left foot for trying to give me a hint with the blog title I'd randomly chosen at 16, and apologize for being too damn thick to get it. This is embarassing.